words and thoughts

I sit and write
words slip away
and rain falls softly
dripping down the window
like melting ice
forming puddles
on the chalk-covered ground
while I write
on the couch by
the wet window
and sip warm tea
smelling the spicy scent
wondering why
the wind whistles
as it blows.
(a small poem by me)

Some late-night poetry and thoughts during a rain storm.

loads of love,
Hannah

Just a note...After so much thought regarding this, I've decided to definitely end lovely photo. I truly loved the several months that I hosted it off and on and have been so grateful for all the responses. However, I feel it's time to step away from my meme and pass it on. If you'd like to host lovely photo, send me an email and we'll work something out.